Yves could feel Azrael approaching, it felt like someone had taken the air out of the realm and it almost felt like he was suffocating. He belatedly realised he was nervous, which was almost hilarious -- he was the older brother, and he was nervous.
When the door opened, Yves let out a breath he didn't need to, the sight of his brother making his spirits soar higher than Heaven. He could have wept at the sight, and it took all he had in him not to launch himself at Azrael and sweep him into his arms, never letting him go. But instead he stood there, staring at him with a slowly blooming smile on his face.
"No," Yves shook his head, looking down at the heart shard and his smile growing. "I thought my gift would have made things clear... our Father has forgiven you."
Yves's eyes twinkled with a hint of Grace. "I myself think there's nothing to forgive."
He still felt the ache deep in his soul but it was of regret. He hated that he hadn't been able to see Azrael sooner, but forcing his own destiny would go against everything he was.
"It is me, brother. I've come home." He looked behind him, then at the bags sheepishly. "If you'll have me, that is. I can go elsewhere... I'm sure there's lodgings elsewhere."